“me” the universe rotates around,
swirled “I” in the prism of creation
dissolves the outward character
like a particle of salt
I be a part ,now of the supreme ocean…
One drop ,is what I become of the
What for then”I” cried and wailed
When tis the drop ,what I become!
Rather promiscuous in the flowing waves
“I” the wanton , merge
in the flaps of that motion
carries which to the soul of bliss,
in form of a dancing dervish!!!
spins my legacy,
my originating designate
in atoms of the Supreme
I” assimilate ….
O! FEEBLE HEART
Which way you run!
O ! feeble heart!
Where doth you seek and search for love,
in human ,
of the dead flesh
in the darkness of emotional cave
through forests of thoughts
in ruthless veins
or the minds that …slumber…
and indulge in selfcentredness…
what maketh you flee to
these strangers of the unknown play…
Hath you not known,
It’s a stage,
illusion is the world
Then how could you ne’er know,
The search for love,
is on a different path ahead, pulled where
You will be through
the sacred thread..
When comes the moment,
The dawn radiates…
rises the soul …
Thence on a journey, the eternal quest begins
It’s the Divine, where you doth find
the truth of affection and love …
in His Glory ,in His Name…
I wish to be the tiny flower lies who,
at the feet of thine…
Instead of the jewel that shines in thy crown
O! immortal Krishna ! I sing your praise
in verses of mine!
The brilliant gem bedecks your aura
Outstands it every precious stone
O! but it cannot see thy face benevolent
even while decorating… in thy diadem…
I , the lonely flower, rest in thy feet
grace bestows my presence
When thy eyes look at me…
Thou universe that rotates around you thee!
I unaware of the method,
here! I sit and surrender at your feet
O! Krishna ! Raise me from
the chasms of time!
through the passage of turbulent times
runs the stream of love divine
narrowed which the chasm of nothingness
filled the vale with fragrant roses.
ravines cut by the flow of words
on the rocky path or desert
bruise the tender heart
the balm for this ache is rare,
hard to realize
and exceptional to find!
love for the soul
kindness at heart
benign the wellness,
gracious becomes the art!
Lie down , on the soft green grass. The silken carpet is spread for you for you to rest on the cosy emerald with ease and comfort … The gardener tonight watered the weeds Lo! It transformed into a satin sheet.., How much he cares , Do you realize… He snipped off the rough edges while you sleep… Open your eyes , absorb the beauty.. The vast sky spreads its arms with care… The gardener awaits … till you wake up… a thousand flowers embrace your season… with ravishing dew drops will the jewels shine… your soul and heart forgets There is a gardener to water, The Garden of your life!
O ! thundering clouds!
shower ! rain thy selfless love today!
in pain dances the alluring peacock…
amidst the jungle ,camouflaged
restless is its heart and the storming weather!
gazing at the grey clouds above
it awaits thy ecstatic drizzle
tired feet ,ache
as endless,becomes the terpsichore…
The salve to the dreary feet
whilst it moves to the lilting tunes
is in your drops ,O ! sailing clouds!
The peacock awaits today for your shower!
in the echoes of silence
resonates the music
contemplates the soul
the actions of
I, as whole …
walks the human
on the path given
as directed by
his conscience and Divine…
Enjoy the video trailer of the book” Suroor of the soul” which was recently launched at Delhi.
The book is now available on Flipkart ,especially for the Indian readers! Order a copy and enjoy the journey of “Suroor”.
i held the cup ,
brimming in divine love
in trance , I stood underneath
the banyan tree!
my eyes transfixed
on the statuette
which my perception
envisioned in thoughts deep.
melody resonated in the air
I in euphoria,
while I see my Lord!
manifest as the Gracious pastoral…